06 February 2009

Last weekend I got the urge to fondle my yarn. This isn't really that unusual. But what was unusual is that it was synchronized with a surge of hormones that led to this:

and this, a completely photographed online yarn stash catalog:

The project all together took me a couple hours. If only I could always spend my free time so industriously!

I do have a sneaky inkling that 'free time' is about to become something of the past. So in a fit of panic I signed up to do "Let's Dish"--a storefront where you go whip together meals in a thousand ziploc baggies and stuff your freezer when you get home. I made 12 meals (the maximum they allow) and at 6 servings per meal, I am hoping that will keep us pretty much fed through maternity leave. (And to the woman who was next to me, I am so sorry that your husband won't eat leftovers. My husband is not so picky and is usually just grateful I am not serving Golden Grahams while apologizing that we are out of milk ("They're just fine with water, really!"). I suggest a gradual lowering of standards.) I was exhausted after 2 hours of Let's Dishing, which I did after a particularly tough day. But I now have these meals tucked away for Impending Baby Chaos:

California Chicken

Chicken Marsala

Chicken Pad Thai

Crispy Chicken with Parmesan Potato Chips

Fish Tacos with Corn Salsa

Spiced Shrimp with Rice Pilaf

Greek Style Beef Wraps

Wine Country Meatloaf with Garlic Mashed Potatoes

Asian Lettuce Wraps with Ginger Sauce

Pork Chops with Three Cheese Potatoes

Tortellini with White Wine Primavera

and Italian Sausage Lasagna

Don't think this gets you out of bringing food if you come over to "help" with the baby ("help" ACTUALLY means "hold a sleeping baby while you go do laundry and try to pull yourself together, because, god, you look exhausted."--this I have learned and for this I expect compensation).

Here is Bella, cracking me up as always:

Me: *KISS*Bella: I am holding up a sign.Me: A sign?Bella: It says "No Kissing."Me: Oh. *SPLBBBPPS RASPBERRY SPLBPBPBPSBPBS*Bella: New sign. It says "No Raspberries."Me: Where did you get that sign?!Bella: Target.